Uther story

For a long time I worked at a research institute that was established in a small castle on the sea. The place is lovely in summer but the nearby beaches are crowded with bathers and the road leading to the sea side has compact machines. The autumn and spring are the best seasons. The place is semi-isolated part of the institute staff and a colony of cats that over time grew larger until we decided to make a collection among colleagues to sterilize the cats. Occasionally, however, someone other abandoned cats and micie latter so after a while becoming pregnant. The spring of 1989 was very rainy.One morning in late April in the office was closed with the lights on. The sky was overcast, dark and stormy. The Bora lashed the windows and seemed to spill buckets of water against the glass. It was a day for wolves and could not wait to go home. While daydreaming about a nice cup of tea and a good book sitting in front of the fireplace, two gentlemen came into office as wet chicks.

One of them was holding a handkerchief which at first seemed crumpled. Inside the handkerchief was a black kitten wet and shivering, with his tongue out of pink lips. He still had his eyes closed so he must have less than ten days. The mother had died, probably had someone with his car. Next to mother's body, my colleagues had found the kitten, alone and wet. None of them was able to deal and sought a 'pious soul to take care of him, though he apparently seemed hopeless. It was love at first sight. In that period of my life I just need something to occupy 360 ° My mind and my heart. That day I had a twin set of wool and so I decided to warm the kitten, wrapping it inside the jacket. I tried desperately to receive a veterinarian in the late afternoon and after a couple of phone calls I managed to find one empty. Meanwhile, the kitten had dried and warmed. Not mewed, but was alive. His stomach heaved regularly and the tongue was back in his mouth. The vet gave me when I saw no such hope. The cat was very small, had received a bite in the back and certainly there would be difficult to sustain. I do not give in and tried a pharmacy that sell pet products. The traffic was intense because of the time but fortunately in kitten sleep. I bought disinfectant, milk and a minibiberon. I had just moved house and I remembered having seen in a wicker basket boxes, similar to those once used when children attend kindergarten. Arranged inside a cover and you filed your puppy. Meanwhile prepared milk. I wonder if I would have made?! Fortunately the cat was soon! He awoke after hearing her lips taste of the hot milk slowly drip from the bottle I had done. Strongly ate as prepared and then fell asleep again. Slowly the disinfettai the wound healed in a few days, fortunately. The night I woke up to give him the bottle and got permission from my director to bring the cat in the office daily for a month, until he started eating solid food only. Uther called him as the great British leader, father of King Arthur. Uther addition to having the chance to meet me, had unknowingly support a person who will never forget, the best manager in the world especially from the human point of view: prof. Mario Specchi. Mario mirrors. A lovely person, cat lover and like them in many aspects of his character.

From that elusive rainy day many years ago Uther stayed with me for 18 years. Nicknamed Utti, a cat was loved by young and old.
It was a cat over. To amuse him gave him a rubber ball down the stairs. He ran in the downstairs, took the ball and brought up in a flash. When he was two months I had to put on a diet because he had grown a belly so big that their legs do not support him. He looked like a puffer fish. Both my children have had the fortune to know him and live part of their life with him. Unfortunately due to some neighbors who hated cats in general, summer Utti disappeared. We were all desperate. In my heart I felt I was still alive. The evening was Edward the rounds of all the streets of our neighborhood, hoping to find maybe someone in the garden. After about 10 days, the evening we were all in the garden and get some fresh when she heard a meow from the hill we knew very well. Taken right up and we went down the hill, meet our wonderful kitty. Was thin, muddy, with few leaves from the hair. Prepares a super bowl of jelly, but before long Utti quenched their thirst. Fortunately he was fine. He was not injured. Convinces us that someone had got carried away and probably suppress Utti but fortunately managed to escape. Without losing heart he could find his way back home. She must have really long way since it took several days to regain his strength.

Age of 13 he was diagnosed a bad stomatitis that is not allowed to eat. The veterinary wanted to abolish! We immediately changed and the new veterinary lived decently yet another 5 years. In the last years of his life he divided his friendship and his love with our neighbor Sandra who has cared for with infinite affection until the last moments of his life. Now lies buried in our garden near the olive tree, the spot where he loved to relax and soak up the sun. His pretty face is a picture that we hold on to the piano along with all those who love.